"What about him?"

Jack scratched his head. "Any ideas, boys?"

The other newsies were equally stumped as they stared at the boy who sat in the middle of the group with his newspapers folded neatly on his lap. Mush and Henry had found the poor boy starving in central park and decided to bring the youngster to their leader. They were relieved to see he fit right in with the others and that Jack had accepted him into their group. Now the only problem was finding a name for the newcomer.

"Race?" Jack asked the boy beside him.

In response, he removed the cigar from his mouth and stated "I've got nothing."

Jack turned back around and out of the corner of his eye, saw the three youngest boys in the distance. Two were turning their newspapers into airplanes while the other limped around on his crutch, trying to jump up high enough to catch them. He suddenly got an idea.

"Crutchie, Romeo, Albert. Over Here!"

The kids stopped and paused for a second. Jack waved them on and slowly, they made their way towards the group. Rarely were they ever called into a conversation about something as serious this.

Albert smiled at the sight of the new boy. "Nice specs."

The other newsies turned back to the blonde boy on the floor who pushed his glasses up his nose before giving Albert a huge smile.

The rest was history.